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DECLAN

Song- Red Velvet, Jutes, Ari Abdul

I thought I had her. The heat on her face in the spa room when I had her throat in my hand, it did something to me. And the blush that stained her cheeks when she got that milkshake? Yeah, I clocked that too. I waited. Watched.

So when she turned toward her own room and not mine, the disappointment hit me like a fucking sucker punch.

I yank my black shirt off, tossing it on the couch, and stride to the balcony, throwing the doors wide open and stepping into the sun-soaked air.

The view’s something out of a movie, ocean glowing, sky on fire.

I glance down at my Rolex. Still early. No message from Enzo yet, not even a fucking time.

Maybe I should go find her. I need to see her. Taste her. I can’t even think straight, let alone focus on a business meeting.

If Enzo picks up on that? He’ll smell blood in the water.

Fuck it. Maybe I just eat her out on the floor and leave her tied to the bed while I go to the meeting.

I could do it. Easy.

Then come back; finish what I started.

But even an hour wouldn’t be enough.

If I had my way, I’d keep her chained to the bed the rest of the damn trip.

I don’t believe in love at first sight, and I don’t even know her fucking name. But I’ve never wanted anything the way I want her.

And the thought of walking away without knowing what this could be? That might be the one thing I can’t stomach.

My phone vibrates in my pocket. I pull it out and unlock it.

Unknown

11AM tomorrow. Location incoming.

Perfect. I’ll have all night and most of the morning with her.

I pocket my phone and head toward the elevator. Press the button, step inside, and hit “G.”

The doors slide shut and I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the mirrored walls. Ink swirling over my bare chest, across my arms.

It’s Italy. Shirtless works.

Plus, if she’s gonna dig her nails into me, I want to feel every goddamn second of it.

The elevator dings, doors gliding open.

And there she is.

Blue eyes. Chocolate milkshake. Bikini top barely holding it together.

“I was just coming to find you, heartbreaker.”

She bites her lip, eyes sliding down my chest.

I catch the door before it closes again.

“Are you coming…”

She licks her lips.

“Shut up.”

That wicked little grin plays across her face and I blink. Did she just tell me to shut up?

This menace. Hot as hell.

Before I can speak, her hand wraps around my throat and she slams me back against the elevator mirror.

And then she kisses me.

No. She claims me.

Fucking fire.

I thread my fingers into her hair, fisting the silky strands, holding her exactly where I want her.

“If you’re gonna choke me, sweetheart, I like it rough. Let those pretty nails dig in. Take what you want.”

My hand wraps around her neck, squeezing, just as she tightens hers around mine.

“You got it, heartbreaker. Such a good girl for me, aren’t you? Are you going to let me take every damn thing I want from you tonight?”

Her hips roll and she sucks in a breath.

“Hmm. Just like that, baby.”

I spin her so her back hits the wall, hiking her leg up and pressing my cock hard against her center. My finger slams the close button and I punch in the penthouse code.

My mouth never leaves hers.

Lifting her effortlessly, her pussy grinds against my shorts.

“Fuck, heartbreaker. Keep doing that and I’ll come in my goddamn pants.”

She’s moaning into my mouth and it’s everything.

Her head tilts back as I lick up her neck and down her collarbone, tasting her.

I squeeze her breast through the bikini top and she moans so fucking loud.

The elevator dings and I grin against her lips.

I carry her through the suite, crashing her back against the first wall I find, devouring her lips again.

Her legs tighten around me. Every sound she makes is a dagger to my resolve.

But I need to taste her. Worship her.

I set her down on the dining table and grip her throat, easing her onto her back.

Softly, I tug her skirt off, resting her heels on the edge. Her calves tremble, just a little and I stop.

Pulling her to sit, I cradle her face in my hands, eyes locked on hers.

“I need you to use your words. Beg me for it, even. But this doesn’t go any further without it.”

The confusion on her pretty face is cute but concerning.

“I came here and kissed you, isn’t that me telling you to do it?”

I shake my head, twirling one of her dark purple curls around my finger.

“No, baby. You kissing me, as hot as that was, is not consent for the things I want to do to you.”

I tip her chin up to me.

“I-I just thought…” She trails off.

I press my lips to her cheek and her eyes flutter closed. Just that small notion has her brain starting to switch off.

Fuck, I’m going to blow her damn mind.

Holding her cheeks in my hand, I delicately stroke her soft skin with my thumb, my eye contact never wavering.

I want her to see how desperate I am for her.

“Your voice matters. If you are willing to submit to me, we have to communicate. Your pleasure is more important to me than my own. But I gotta hear you say it, heartbreaker. Just tell me you are mine.”

This is her first important lesson.

Even though she’s giving me control, she is always the one with the true power.

“Just tell me you’re mine. Beg me to ruin you, and I’ll do just that. If that’s exactly what you want. If not, we stick to a heavy petting session because I’m not letting you out of my room until the sun rises.”

My heart races. I feel like she needs to know I will respect her body and her mind.

“I want this. I really do. Can we—” She pauses, her cheeks flushing red.

“Can we, what? Use those words, heartbreaker,” I urge her softly.

“Can we go slow into it?”

“Of course. I want to savor every second with you. Taste every inch. I want you to come so many times you forget your name.”

Her eyes go wide and I laugh, brushing my fingers through her hair. She seems to like that.

“Don’t worry. I won’t ask for your real name.” I wink.

She’s cagey. Like a woman who has had her wings clipped but is desperate to be free.

Maybe tonight might help her with that.

I’ve seen her badass side. I want her vulnerable, submissive side.

“So, you’re happy for me to take the lead; if you tell me to stop, I will. If you want more of something, you tell me. I want to hear exactly what you like. See what makes you scream. I need to be in control, I like to be rough. Can you handle that?”

She nods, and I pull her bottom lip back before ducking my head and capturing it with my own and sucking.

“Words.”

“Yes. I can handle it.”

“Good. Be a good girl, lie down and spread those legs for me. Let me see all of you,” I whisper against her cheek.

I glance down at the milkshake placed next to her and her eyes follow mine, and she smiles.

A promise is a promise.

I bet she’s sweet enough without the milkshake, though.

She slowly lays down and opens her thighs, letting her knees rest on the wood, and my god, am I salivating.

Untying the bow on either side of her skirt, I rip them off, toss them over my shoulder, and release her glistening pink pussy.

“Beautiful and so ready for me, aren’t you?” I trail a finger along the inside of her thigh, brushing past the edge of her smooth pussy, and she wriggles.

She reacts to every touch, every breath. She’s fucking perfect for me.

Her lips part as I press a finger on her clit. Working in small circular motions, I keep my vision fixed on her. I want to see what makes her tick. Explore her.

For some goddamn reason, I want to make this perfect for her.

More than a fuck.

I want to give her something to remember, because this nagging feeling in my gut tells me she’s never been worshipped.

I don’t want her to just come. I want her to explode.

“So beautiful, heartbreaker,” I say softly, dragging my finger back to her entrance.

Her body starts to shake and I pause, gauging her reactions to me.

She’s trembling and I’ve barely touched her. I frown and move my hand, stroking her thigh in reassurance.

“All good?” I ask.

“Yes,” she replies quickly.

As I slide one finger inside her, her back arches slightly off the table and she sucks in a breath, biting down on her lip. I love watching her reactions so I can work on my next move.

A puzzle that I want to fit together perfectly.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I ask, and she nods.

“Open your eyes, look at me, see how much I’m enjoying watching you,” I command, and her blue eyes snap to mine.

“Good fucking girl. Another one?”

That makes her cheeks heat a bright red.

“Yes.” That husky, breathy whisper sends my heart wild as I sink in another finger. Her tight pussy squeezes me, when my dick is inside, I’m going to explode in two minutes.

With a few deep thrusts, I study her as the blush spreads all the way up her neck and to her cheeks. The sound of her wetness coating my fingers fills the room.

“M-more,” she cries.

“More what?” I smirk.

“Please, please, give me more.”

Her breathing gets heavier and I slide my fingers out. Her brows furrow, the disappointment clear as her body relaxes against the table.

She goes to close her legs and I push them back down, tutting and shaking my head.

“Remember who is in control here, heartbreaker. Did I say I was done?” She shakes her head and I push down harder on her thighs, digging my fingers into her skin.

“You don’t want me to get on my knees and taste you? Fuck you with my tongue and drink chocolate milkshake out of your sweet cunt? Hmm? Patience is rewarded. You want to be a good girl for me, don’t you?”

She sucks in a breath as I release her, stepping back.

“I do. I want to be good,” she says quietly.

Grabbing the container from the counter, I flick off the lid, letting it drop to the floor. Tipping back my head, I pour some in my mouth and swallow.

“Pretty nice. Usually I’m a whiskey man. But it appears, for you, I make exceptions.”

Placing the bottle next to her, I bend over, grabbing her by the neck to lift her face to mine and slam my lips over hers, letting her moan in my mouth as my tongue explores hers.

I’m hungry for her. Starving even. I lean back and rip off her bra, groaning as I look at her perfect tits; her nipples are already begging to be sucked.

Laying her back down flat, I begin exploring her. Dragging my tongue down her smooth neck, down to her breasts, taking one rosy bud in my mouth and biting. She hisses as my teeth sink in, I glance up and she’s watching my every move.

With curiosity, but also desire in those beautiful eyes. I move over to give some attention to the other, letting my hand slide down her toned stomach and cupping her throbbing pussy.

I smirk as I continue my journey down her body, letting my tongue run over her skin, watching her heat up beneath my touch. Her breathing becomes more frantic, but she’s relaxed and hungry for more.

Stopping just as my face is positioned in front of her sweet, glistening cunt, I look up at her and smirk.

“You good, baby?” I ask, looking for her reassurance.

“Better than good.” She grins, showing me those perfect white teeth.

The more I relax her, the more she comes out of her shell. Ideally, I want to get to that badass I saw taking down a man outside the hotel. A niggling feeling catches in my chest.

That will take time. More than one night. I shake the thought away. I can enjoy her and worry about that later.

“Good. Now, prop yourself up on your forearms and watch. See how much I fucking love eating you. And trust me, I’m going to enjoy seeing you react to my tongue.”

Her eyes go wide the second my mouth connects with her pussy. With my hands on her hips, I start off slow with circles on her clit.

“Oh my god,” she whispers under her breath.

“You’ve never been eaten out before?”

She shakes her head and I frown.

“You’ve had sex before, right?” I ask and give her another lick to calm her down.

She nods her head, not enthusiastically. I don’t like her reactions to these questions.

“You had an orgasm before, from this?” I sit back slightly and replace my tongue with my fingers.

She chews on her lip, so I slide a finger inside her. Fuck, my dick is begging to get inside her.

“No.”

“Oh, baby. I am about to shatter you.” I smile at her, resuming my position between her legs.

A real man eats. He worships her. He gets on his fucking knees where he belongs and makes sure she comes first, multiple times, before he even gets his dick wet.

I’m about to show her exactly what it’s like to be respected and equally disrespected in the bedroom. But first, I’m going to have her coming on my tongue, shaking around me and screaming my name. And try my hardest not to come in my pants while I witness her undoing.

I eat her out like she’s my last damn meal on this earth, keeping one finger slowly thrusting in and out, her juices dripping down my hand.

I suck on her clit and her moans grow louder, I can’t help but grin.

“You like that? A little bit of pain?” I ask.

“Y-yes,” she says, almost breathlessly.

Good.

“Yes, what?” I lower my tone.

“Yes, sir.”

I grin against her pussy. “That’s my good girl.”

Adding another finger, I grab the milkshake with my free hand, and the surprise on her face is a picture.

“I’m a man of my word, angel. I said I’d drink chocolate milkshake out of your pussy, and that’s exactly what I will do.”

“I think you’re missing the final step that you promised.” she replies mischievously.

I chuckle, thrusting my fingers deeper and her mouth falls open as I hit her G-spot.

“No. I’m fully aware. I’m going to spit it straight back into that sassy fucking mouth of yours. But for now, you let me eat, and the only noise I want to hear is you moaning or panting out my name. Anything else, I stop. And it would be a mighty shame for only me to enjoy such a delicacy.”